English can be said to be music because they have such classical musicians as Gustav holst, and English can be said to be literature because they have great Shakespeare and Dickens.
But in Britain, it can’t be called food, and even the British themselves know this. They hardly speak English food outside. Well, they can get it, that is, French fries and fish, and of course fish and chips.
Of course, fish and chips are not bad, but who can stand it if you eat this at a sudden meal? No wonder the knife hand will whine and scold everyone except the British for eating fish and chips for a week in a row
"Thank you, Emperor. To be honest, it is rare for me to thank him so sincerely. Once in the Middle East, a stray bullet hit me and I just put on my bulletproof helmet. This time, he finally sent you back."
The knife hand with thick oil paint almost jumped out of the jungle and hugged Hou Dasheng directly without saying anything, patting him on the back and saying, "Dear, you must cook me a delicious meal tonight to soothe my heart insulted by fish and chips."
Chapter 53 I learn from you to cook and you learn from me
Hou Dasheng is very satisfied with the kitchen of the base. Obviously, the smoke stoves have kept the equipment here clean and tidy to a great extent, and there are enough ingredients here. There are enough ingredients and ingredients in the refrigerator.
However, Hou Dasheng was not satisfied with coming out of the base. The swordsman was curious and followed Hou Dasheng around the jungle. From time to time, Hou Dasheng would turn out several kinds of grass from the seemingly messy grass and then carefully observe it and pick it away.
"What are those you picked?" The knife hand asked Hou Dasheng curiously, but Hou Dasheng was too lazy to lift his head and replied, "Ingredients. Some dishes need fresh ingredients, but you don’t have them. I can find them myself. There is definitely no original here, but there are still substitutes."
"God, how dare you pick these weeds in the jungle and we eat your cooking? I think we are really crazy. If we are poisoned, we will all be finished."
The swordsman almost went crazy. The jungle is terrible. He knows better than anyone that eating indiscriminately will kill people. Although he is greedy, it doesn’t mean that he is willing to try those unknown weeds in the jungle and risk his life.
When Hou Dasheng heard this, he turned and looked at the knife hand with disdain. "My ancestors studied the classification of these grasses from thousands of years ago, and from rice seeds to wheat, from vegetables to fruits, and then they also distinguished poisons and herbs."
"And I’ve been following the old hunters in the mountains since I was almost a child." Hou Dasheng shrugged his shoulders and walked deep into the jungle. "You know we are poor, but we are not as well equipped as you."
"Many times we need to eat, so we have to hunt prey and make a hearty meal for ourselves with local materials. At the same time, we need to distinguish which plants are toxic and which are effective."
Hou Dasheng said and grabbed the fruit of a blue tree that looked like an oleander in the bush. "This is a bell fruit. Its fruit is very effective for dysentery and edema. You know that dysentery in the jungle will kill you."
"But this is not the effect of other parts. Its bark has a certain paralyzing effect after being made into decoction, which can be replaced by temporary anesthesia, while its fruit decoction is disinfectant. Of course, I mean without disinfectant."
Then Hou Dacheng clapped his hands and continued to wander around the jungle. The knife hand, which was a ghost-like expression, ran after a few steps and asked urgently, "Even if you study, you can at best learn what you did in your hometown. Can it work here?"
Hou Dasheng looked at the knife hand like an idiot and then said, "The most important thing I learned from those old people who taught me to hunt is to go to a strange place and live in extreme conditions first."
"The first thing I did when I came to Africa was to see how people lived in the jungle. They must have something to do with themselves after living in the jungle for so many years. In addition, I was studying it before I came to Africa."
Hou Dacheng caressed his forehead. He remembered that he had to learn what it means to "save for a rainy day" and "sharpen a knife and cut wood by mistake" when he was cleaning up in his uncle. If uncle hadn’t forced him to learn these estimates, he wouldn’t have formed this habit.
"When I narrowly escaped from the construction site, I mastered some anesthetic and herbal medicine they hunted before, otherwise I would have died long ago, where would I have a chance to see you?"
Hou Dacheng shrugged his shoulders. "Then I went to Blood Mountain, where there were people from Africa, and there were many witch doctors or hunters in the tribes, and I learned a lot."
"Of course, I didn’t just listen to all this. I have a lot of teammates in the Blood Mountain. They will get injured during training. I have a lot of subjects."
Hou Dacheng smiled at the knife hand and said, "At the same time, our canteen also gave me a good cooking test site. After all, it cost 30 thousand dollars. This money can’t be wasted."
Listening to Hou Dasheng’s words, the swordsman is very eloquent. Now he thinks that Xueshan has received 30 thousand dollars from Hou Dasheng. It is really too cheap to learn. From herb knowledge to jungle food discrimination, this alone is worth 30 thousand dollars.
"Now I think maybe the boss will make the most English decision to put you in the jackal." The knife hand was silent for a long time and couldn’t help feeling that "maybe you will make us more different."
Said the knife hand paused, "but I don’t understand something. If there are so many herbs in the jungle as you said, people in Africa still have so low life expectancy and so many diseases."
Hou Dacheng has collected enough things he needs at this time. After all, he came to get some cooking ingredients, not to find medicinal materials, but to listen to the knife hand. Hou Dacheng couldn’t help looking at him with disdain.
"Africa has never been unified. There is no unified language, no unified country, and even they don’t have their own words to record what is and what is not. They also have no unified language."
"In this case, how do you think they share what they know, and many times their tribes are not hostile to each other, but many of them do you think they will be kind enough to tell their opponents what they know to make their opponents grow stronger?"
The swordsman couldn’t help saying that Africa seems to be really like this. "Then how can you make them tell you willingly? Don’t tell me what nonsense personality charm this is. I don’t believe it."
"Because" Hou Dasheng turned around and looked at the knife hand "I can cook"
Well, that’s a strong enough reason. After all, eating less cough in Africa is better than eating fish and chips at once, although it’s not much better in many cases. What do you expect to do?
Hou Dacheng they didn’t have much distance from the entrance, so he returned to the base in three or two. When cooking in Blood Mountain, Hou Dacheng was able to find out the taste of these Europeans and Americans.
To put it simply, it’s all a bunch of guys with heavy tastes. They want this. It’s oily, it smells good, and they like sweet taste.
Sweet and sour dishes are their favorite, but they generally don’t like spicy food very much and can’t eat spicy food very much
In summary, Hou Dasheng directly took lamb chops with soy sauce and used oil to marinate spices from the jungle, then wrapped them in raw flour and fried them directly to make a sweet and sour sauce.
Large pieces of lamb chops, chopped horns, peppers, fennel and other aniseed are wrapped in small gauze and thrown at the bottom of the soup, and some white wine is poured into the hot pot with a small fire.
Seven eggs were directly thrown into the big bowl, chopped wild onions were sprinkled in, and fortunately, these foreigners gave the whole automatic eggbeater Hou Dasheng, which saved some strength.
Sprinkle some salt and a little oil. Hou Dasheng threw the egg directly to the eggbeater.
A handful of wild vegetables were carefully picked out by Hou Dasheng. He tasted this kind of wild vegetables, but he didn’t know what it was called. If it is bitter to cook, it will secrete some mucus.
However, after Hou Dasheng’s experiment, this wild vegetable will lose its mucus and bitter taste after being blanched, and then it needs to be added with garlic to stir-fry and stir-fry, and it will have the texture of cabbage.
An hour and a half later, fried lamb chops, stuffy lamb chops, chopped green onion eggs and two dishes of wild vegetables were sent to the base restaurant, along with some big toast.
"Falk, this is the dish." The knife hand and the fat dog are all in tears. Snow Fox, the bastard, ran away on the pretext of doing something. There are only fat dogs and knife hands left in this base, and they can endure the ravages of giant wolves when they have no time to cook.
It’s easy to die. The giant wolf finally got Hou Dasheng back, and their lives saw the dawn again.
However, Hou Dasheng is the most pitiful one in this meal. When he just brought the cut second dish of toast, all the dishes on the table, from meat dishes to green vegetables, were cleaned up by these hungry ghosts.
"Falk, I didn’t eat a bite. You don’t know to leave it for me.
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Some "damn it" can be said that Hou Dacheng is full of it, and no one cares about him. A bunch of jackals and old bastards have eaten and drunk enough, and they are gone.
A fat dog walked over and left a message, "You can make do with these toast. You have to get up early. We have to train synchronously. It’s time to strengthen training. You’d better follow us to South America."
What can Hou Dasheng say? He can quietly go back to the kitchen and make himself a chopped green onion egg. After eating the toast, he goes to rest.
"Chug Chug" Hou Dacheng is running in the jungle, wheezing. Today, he has been killed three times, and the giant wolf has actually killed three people, including the fat dog, the swordsman and himself.
Now Hou Dacheng finally knows how big the gap is between himself and the real master. Although Hou Dacheng has sensed the danger several times, he just can’t avoid being killed by a giant wolf before raising his gun.
Hou Dacheng jumped into the tree in twos and threes, wheezing and gasping at the intercom. "No, the boss hides too deep, and he kills us every time he doesn’t find it. If we fight like this, we will definitely lose."
"What do you think?" Soon there was a response on the intercom. "We tried to lure the enemy and he ate the bait, but we couldn’t hit him. Captain Falk is smoother than a loach. He shouldn’t be called a giant wolf, but a loach."
Chapter 54 No wonder the giant wolf is so cruel
For three days in a row, Hou Dasheng saw the gap between himself and the fat dog and the knife hand, especially in the jungle lurking, such as leaving less traces of himself, such as misleading the tracker.
Very booby traps, concealment, surprise attacks and so on. The fat dog and the knife hand really taught Hou Dasheng a lot of good things, especially the quick shooting from pistols to automatic rifles, such as hitting the enemy the fastest in the jungle environment.
This is the first time for Hou Dasheng to learn that Hou Dasheng has a certain foundation of jungle warfare, but those foundations are based on his hunting situation, but there are many flaws in the official battle.
Back to Hou Dasheng, he was able to crush those black soldiers because those black soldiers were not good at jungle warfare at all, let alone at night fighting. They were even a group of cannon fodder, which gave Hou Dasheng the ability to practice mobile phones. However, if you still play against elite and familiar jungle opponents in that way,